The Circassian Chief: A Romance of Russia — John Shaqi
The Circassian Chief: A Romance of RussiaKingston, William Henry Giles
History
The Circassian Chief: A Romance of Russia
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Caucasus -- History -- Juvenile fiction
Ivan thankfully accepted her aid, as with gentleness she quickly bound
his side with the scarf, for the pain had now considerably increased.
While thus engaged, they perceived the two villains whom they had left
senseless on the earth, cautiously endeavouring to steal upon them,
crouching as they advanced among the low thickets; and at the same time
the man who had been felled from his horse, shewed signs of returning
animation. Thaddeus humanely placed the body of the latter reclining
against a tree, having wrested from him his weapons, which he cast,
together with such as lay on the ground, to a distance, amongst the
underwood. The Gipsy girl had just completed her task, when the horse
belonging to their prostrate enemy, after ranging the glade in a wide
circle, without however going out of sight, now approached the spot he
had first left, as if in search of his master: with the rapidity of
thought she sprung forward, and catching the animal's bridle, lightly
vaulted on his back without any apparent effort, merely touching the
saddle to steady herself in her perilous feat.
"Now, for the love of the God you worship," she exclaimed, "ride on,
noble Sirs, nor care for me. We children of the Desert are early
accustomed to far more difficult feats than this, and without danger, I
can retain my seat on a more spirited steed than the one which now bears
me."
The young men, following her example, had mounted their horses, and on
her pointing out with her hand the road they were to take, the party set
off at full speed, though the former were compelled to apply their spurs
closely in order to keep pace with the less fatigued steed of their
beautiful and extraordinary guide. She, avoiding the thick tangled part
of the forest, which had before impeded them, conducted them by a more
circuitous way, but over smooth open ground, and at a much greater speed
than they had been able to attain when hurrying to her rescue, until
they regained the high road, which they crossed, and plunged into the
adjoining forest. Suddenly checking her horse, she then addressed
them--
"Fear gave me the fleetness of the timid hare; but truly ungrateful must
I appear, through my own weakness, in forgetting that one of my generous
preservers is suffering severe pain. Oh, pardon me, for my fault,
caused by the dread of a danger which you are now unable to understand."
Ivan assured her that his wound inconvenienced him so little, that he
was able to continue at the same swift pace, if she thought it
advisable; she again resumed the lead, though not quite so rapidly as
before.
"Your horses are fatigued," she said, as they rode onwards, "and the day
is so far spent, that it will be after nightfall ere you can reach any
shelter, and I fear that, before long, a storm will burst over our
heads: yon black cloud is but the forerunner of others."
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